When everyone was tucked up tight
And darkness ate up all the light
I wiggled and I wormed my way outside

But the boy whose head, inside I hid
Is no longer a tiny kid
Today the age of sixty-five

Oh brains as old as these
Are susceptible to mental disease

So now my master's mute
Locked in an institute
I will show them all!

I've discovered a ruse
To leave this body in which whose
Head I've been a resident for many years

If I just collect the goodies
From inside six other boogies
I can build myself a skin and leave from here

Oh just you wait and see
All the skin belongs to me

So I shall search these halls for other Boogie souls
I will show them all!